Goodbye, cruel world, hello space

It was interesting to observe Nerian in action. Pump had expected her to express her knowledge in the same haughty and defensive manner she had at their first meeting, but was pleasantly surprised. She followed she-wolf's movements with her gaze - first looked at the sky and the clouds, trying to understand, what the naturalist was seeing, then leaned her muzzle down to have a sniff at the earth, which Nerian was pawing. Eventually she settled on her haunches and listened to, what she had to say.

It was a lot to take in and Pump very soon lost the track, but her interest was sparked at the very end, when the she-wolf offered two alternative options for the hunt. She hadn't given much thought about fawns, because there was little to consume, yet the fact that the herd would be more dispersed now than ever was news to her. While Pump was lost in thoughts, Nerian continued to build her shelter, which also seemed as an odd thing to do. Eventually the wolf-dog returned to the present time, got to her feet and shook her coat, easing the tension the intense thinking had caused.

"That was quite smart," she said with approval in her voice and then added. "How do you do that?"